Log! Jake and Clarice

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Set shortly after Jake returned - Clarice runs into him (literally) and glitter plots ensue. Clarice is trying to stop cussing.



It was the simple pleasures in life that made life worth it, Clarice had decided long ago, and today she was taking fulladvantage of this. Which would explain why she was sliding around the carpet in her slippers and then trying to shock people. Insta-powers.

Jake had decided to take advantage of the bigger tv set and sound system and was planning to watch at least four episodes of Invisible Man. He wandered in to the living room, hoping the tv was free for use.

"Jake!" Clarice squealed, sliding in and stopping just in time to hug him without knocking him over. Bzzt. "Oops, sorry," she smiled, entirely not sorry for shocking him.

"Glitter girl!" Jake hugged her back, deciding to not pout about the static shock. "How you been? You look all grown up."

"I have a boyfriend!" she said proudly, "And a job! And you're back!"

Jake nodded. "I am. And I´m going to be staying for a while too." He steered her towards the sofa. He had issues with meeting packs of the teenagers all at once (and even bigger issues with the little ones), but one on one, he quite liked most of them. They were interesting when they weren´t overly angsty. "A boyfriend, huh?"

"Shiro," she nodded solemnly, obviously pleased but trying not to squee, "We have swords. So he tries not to piss me off."

"...I can see why," Jake grinned. "You said something about a job as well? Anything interesting?"

"EMT. But I'm the probie, so I do all the shit work," Clarice clapped a hand over her mouth, "Of fuck!" she swore, "I'm trying to stop cussing!"

Jake laughed at her expression. "Good luck on that. I´m just trying not to do it too much around the little ones."

Rolling her eyes, Clarice made a mental note to glitter him soon, "Yuck it up," she grumbled, "It's not by choice. It's for work. No cussing. I haven't earned it appearantly," it was obvious from her sarcasm that she didn't completely agree, even if she was trying.

Jake laughed harder. "Oh that´s just cute." Clarice didn´t look like she thought it was very cute. But it really was. "When will you have earned it then?"

"Beats the hell out of me," Clarice mock-grumbled, laughing along with the older man, "When I'm not a probie, I guess."

"And when will that be? When you´ve done all the shit work seven times over, like in the fairy tales?"

Crossing her arms, Clarice continued to try to glare without success, "After a year. Or whenever someone with less experience than me comes on, whichever is first. So how long are you here this time?"

Jake shrugged, still grinning. "As long as you guys need me here, I suppose. Probably a while. ...This does not mean that you can make me a glitter sign for my door."

Now Clarice's glared turned into a full pout and she twisted an errant lock of hair around one finger, "I'd make it in blue for you, this time," she whined, hoping he'd change his mind. He needed glitter, she was certain.

Damn his weakness for pouting girls! He visibly hesitated. Clarice pouted and looked purple and cute. Jake gave in. "All right. But restraint, please!"

"I am the epitome of restraint," she informed him primly, grinning like a cheshire cat. Hmmm....blue glitter, but a little pink too just because. Plotting with glitter was fun!